When the silent shadows gonna fall  When the evening-breeze is gonna call  We'll sit by the table to eat our daily bread.  This day was a hard day my friend  The whole day I was working on the land  While the sun was burning on my back.  yes it's a hard life to make it with your hands  Let's see what tomorrow may bring.  Manana is another day of slaving on the fields  Is another day of sweating out my tears  Is another day of wondering just how long.  Manana is. the same as any other day my friend  Is the same as all the years we worked the land.  Manana - manana - manana mi amor  But someday there's another rising sun  And we give them back what they have done  Someday we will stand up to scream out to the sky  Someday my ego will fly.  Manana is another day of slaving on the fields . . .